Page 260 of Psycho Beasts

I’d made a plan.

It was simple—if the men chose an omega after telling me they loved me, I would shoot them in the face.

They were dead.

If they really loved me, technically, they’d want me to kill them for betraying me.

It made perfect sense.

I sighed heavily. It sucked that I was going to have to kill all four of my lovers later tonight, but someone had to do it.

What was the alternative? Let them be with another woman? I scoffed aloud.

The only thing more depressing than my upcoming very tragic quadruple homicide was my best friend’s erratic behavior.

Aran had promised to “hunt down our prey” and had hovered off, which was concerning if I bothered to think about it.

Which I didn’t.

Last time I’d seen her, Aran was spinning around the dance floor with a small circle of beta females who were taken by her manly charms.

I hoped she found true love.

Cause all I’d found was pain, heartbreak, and a small case of acid reflux that I thought was stress induced. It was likely from the four pieces of food I was trying to swallow at once.

I’d also faced the wall because I’d spotted Warren twirling Jess across the dance floor, and it had filled me with an un-sun-godly level of rage.

Everything about the boy pissed me off: (1) he was a ferret, (2) he had manipulated the girls, (3) he ate underwear, (4) he had sparkly skin that I was definitely not jealous of, and (5) once again, the underwear.

It was obvious he sucked.

I shoved another piece of food that was labeled “mini meat delicacy” but was 100 percent a small hot dog into my mouth. I wondered if Cobra was hissing at the omega girls and showing off his pretty jewels.

I’d kill him first.

He’d want that.

Emotions screamed across my shadow snake, but if I imagined the snake being smothered, I was able to tune it out.

I needed time alone to eat hot dogs and plan their deaths without them interfering.

What else did the universe want from me?

I’d had group sex in a BDSM club in front of thousands of screaming shifters.

Been assaulted in a bathroom at gunpoint, enslaved five men with my blood, and had to watch the girls almost get murdered.

I thought I’d lost my best friend, and now my men were being wooed by perfect omega girls.

They hadn’t even followed me.

Sure, I’d slipped away before they’d realized, smothered my connection to the shadow snake, and hid behind a massive house plant in the corner of the room. Yes, I hid behind a buffet of food that concealed my scent, but it was still the principle of it all.

Wasn’t love always supposed to find a way?

No one had found me.

Therefore, they were all dead.

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